Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unrequited Feelings ❯ The Arrival ( Chapter 1 )

Rain... Unexplainable... It's everywhere... you don't know when it's going to happen... it just does... It comes and goes... sometimes it stays for a long time... and sometimes, it just goes away... Rain is like my emotions... except... it never goes away....

"Bulma... sweetie... are you out there?"

Bulma turned around at the sound of her mothers voice. She was staring into the rain for a long time, she was getting dizzy.

"I'm down here, baka!!" she shouted, her voice reverberated all over the mansion. Mrs. Briefs eyes gleamed, as she made it to her insubordinate eighteen year old, and smacked her on the side of her head.

“What did I say about you calling me that!?!” she screeched, steam issuing from her ears and nose. Bulma made a face filled with queasiness, and simply brushed the steam away with a wave of her hand.

“Calm down baka, one of these days… if you keep doing that, you’ll die of a heart attack.” she snickered.

“What did you… how dare you-” Mrs. Briefs snapped.

“What are you gonna do about it, old woman?? Huh?? Huh?? Whatchagonnado??”

“OLD WOMAN!!??? I’LL SHOW YOU OLD WOMAN!! OLD WOMAN MY ASS!!!” she took of her shoe, and chased Bulma around the house, until the rain had stopped, and when they simply couldn’t run anymore. They sat on the sofa, breathing hard, and both staring at the other. Bulma looked at her mother, with a grin on her face.

“You know… for an old woman, you’re not so bad at running.”

Ms. Briefs got up, flexing her muscles. “That goes to show you, that all the tea I drink hasn’t gone to waste!!!” she gloated, still flexing her muscles. Bulma watched her mother, as she continued to make a fool of herself. She yawned, and her mouth formed a thin line.

“Thank-you.”

Mrs. Briefs stared at her daughter, and she too became serious. “I do what I can.”

As they sat there thinking, mother and daughter, the sun began to rise, and Bulma felt a familiar shiver run up her spine. Ms. Briefs noticed the change in demeanor in her daughter, and shook her on the shoulder.

“Is it… happening again?”

Bulma shivered again. “It’s been happening a lot lately. I don’t know why… I… need to lay down.”

“I could make you a cup of tea if you-”

“Tea isn’t my thing, mum. It’s makes my breath stink, and… oh, by the way, breath mints… you’re breath smells like hell is rotting.”

Bulma ran to her bedroom, and locked the door before her mother made it there. She leaned against the door, and jumped onto her bed, unknown of what was going to happen… or how long the attack was going to me. Bulma clenched her fist as a wave of pain coursed through her body. It was as though a thousand needles were piercing her body, and her blood was boiling with hunger, with… there was no other word for it… bloodlust. Bulma sank her teeth onto her lip, waiting for it to pass, and when it was finally over, her entire body was slick in sweat, and her breathing was becoming harsh. The pendant, she noticed, was glowing an eerie glow.

“Are you okay in there?”

A single tear erupted from her left eye. She wiped it unceremoniously, and let herself go to sleep. Her body felt so weak, and fragile, she could no longer control it’s movements.

There are times, when you suddenly as the question, why? Why is this happening to me? Why me, and not them? Why can’t I live a normal life like everyone else? I ask myself this question everyday, every morning. Why did this happen to me? Why couldn’t it be someone else? In another planet? In another lifetime? Why was I born? Why was I born to this world of hate, of moral distrust? If I had known that this world was corrupted and overruled by a couple of Saiyans, that do nothing but corrupt anything in their way… I would have killed myself a long time ago. But my pride stopped me from that from happening… and what would my mother do, without me around. That woman still depends on me, I couldn’t leave her alone… I couldn’t leave her on her own…

Bulma looked out her window, and moved the curtain aside, for she could hear voices from outside. She opened the window to hear what they were saying. There were two Saiyans out there, she noticed. Both were tall, and dangerous looking. One had a long mane of hair, and he looked extremely handsome (Bulma:*blush*), though he had a fitting image of Goku, and the other was balled, a very dangerous look on his face.

“There’s no doubt she’s in there?” the balled one asked.

“Yes she’s here Nappa, I already told you!” the handsome one snapped.

“Don’t get all bitchy with me, Radditz!”

“I’m not bitchy, you big sac of shit!”

“Enough! Let’s just get her, and get out. I’m tired of wasting my time, talking to you… I don’t know, but ever since you were with faith… you got kinda soft.”

Radditz took Nappa by the neck, a look of utmost anger on his face. “Don’t-you-ever-mention-Faith-in-front-of-my-face-ever-again-yo u-hear!!??” he hissed.

Bulma shut the window, and the curtains, holding her hand over her mouth, her face pale white. Is it, or was it possible that… these two Saiyans… are after her???

I know this chpts strange, but it gets clearer in the next chpts… I’ll try to update as soon as I can, but until now, please review!! Thnx!!!